Gratitude

As I kneel to 
needlepoint nice words 
in quiet 
careful 
prayer of thanks, 
look upon me also 
rending 
thick doubt with a shout 
ripping all 
the threads of dread 
romping through new 
folds of faith 
and jump 
ing, 
tossing 
bursts of bright 
high. 
Oh, high! 
Oh, past the sky! 
Please catch my 
vast unwieldy weaves of 
unhemmed gratitude.